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Sunday, January 6, 2013

It was summer vacations, and as expected, I was loving it.
In the middle of the vacations, my mom told me that bua and phoopha (dad’s
sister and her husband) will be visiting us. That was extremely exciting news
for me. Well, because they always brought gifts.

So, soon enough, they reached us after an overnight train
journey from Bhopal, their residence town. I hid all my excitement and behaved
quite normally on seeing them. I touched their feet and quietly stood in the
corner. However, in half an hour, I started getting impatient. They kept conversing
with my parents and just would not unpack. At this end, I was getting extremely
desperate for them to unpack and hand me my gift.

Finally, an hour later, they went to their room. And in five
minutes, I followed them. I meant to make my appearance look like an accident.
And it worked. Bua saw me and told me that she’s brought something for me.
Hell, I knew that already. All I managed to say was, “okay”. Then, she handed
me a green colored wristwatch. I fell in love with my wristwatch. The body of
the watch was made of thick rubber, and the green was the army green. The watch
looked solid and I was sure it would not break even if I dropped it. Great!

At night, the sleeping arrangements were such that Phoopha (I will call him uncle from here
on) was to sleep in my room with me and my brother (who was 3 years younger to
me). I don’t really remember why such arrangements were made. Especially when I
clearly remember the aunt and the uncle had a separate room to themselves.

Anyways, I took the center; my brother was on my right, and
the uncle on the left. We did a little chitchat and went off pretty soon. I
remember last seeing the time as 12:43 in my new green watch. The watch slept
next to my pillow.

Then! In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awoken by
the uncle. I had my back toward him, and he’d grabbed my left hand. Then, he
took the hand and made me hold something.

I can remember pretty well how the ‘thing’ felt. It was soft
like a mouse and a little thick in size. I thought about it but could not identify
what it was. It did not seem like anything I’d held before. The uncle did not
know I was awake, and I kept acting asleep. He kept holding my hand and
continued to make me feel that thing. I was a bit scared. But, honestly, I had
no idea what was happening. It was a strange night.

<<Some years later >>

As I grew up, I continued to remember the happenings of that
strange night. I never shared it with anyone. It was my personal secret. All
that time, I did not even know if it was worthy of being a secret.

Anyways… I don’t remember how old I was, but one day it hit
me! It hit me real hard. I suddenly realized what the uncle was up to. He had
sexually molested me and made me hold on to his… you know! He molested a child
is what I could mutter. I felt really odd. I am unable to explain the exact feeling,
but I felt really sick. Yes, sick is the word. And from the day the realization
came, there have been voices in my ears. My own voices probably. It’s like my
world started echoing with some questions.

Did he do that to my
brother as well? Did he do it to me again? What to do now? Do I tell this to
anyone?

Did I enjoy it? What
if I did? What if I felt bad for myself only because someone in my position is
supposed to? What if I am going crazy?

I felt sorry for myself. My mind was
screwed.

<<Some more years later>>

The same uncle and aunt shifted to Delhi. They found a home
in our society; my father helped them find one. I had lost all emotions for
them by then, so, I hardly cared.

I grew up. But the memories of that night and those stupid
questions remained with me.

I had started seeing a girl and did not open it up to her as
well. I thought there’s no point. Deep down inside, I felt sick. Very sick.

A few years passed by, and this uncle got hospitalized. He
had some major issue that I had no clue about. I still don’t know actually. I
did not even bother asking anyone. However, I did get to know that he was being
discharged the other day. My dad had asked me to drive to their place to see
him. I hesitated initially but then went with him.

We reached their house, and it was total chaos. Seems like
the uncle had fainted the moment he reached home. And everyone was in panic not
knowing what to do. They decided to rush him back to the hospital. I had been a
pretty good driver, so, they carried him to my car and asked me to drive. And I
drove him back to the hospital. On the way, I clearly remember thinking of that
night. But I drove real fast and the thoughts vanished soon.

At the hospital, he was declared ‘brought dead’. Yes, he was
dead.

I walked away from the room the doctor made that
announcement. I was not happy, not sad. I was indifferent.

Anyways, suddenly, surprisingly, after his death, the world
was silent again. There were no voices anymore. No more questions that I needed
to answer. Was this the end to my misery? It was a weird feeling. I would not
have wanted him to die for this to happen, but that’s the way it did. In some
corner of my mind, I felt a little relieved.

<< @^$&@%##*(!#>>

However, it was all too temporary.

Soon enough, all the thoughts came back to me. Just like old
times. My mind kept bringing up the night and the ‘thing’ back to me, pretty
well, yet again.

And all that had changed was that a new question got added
to the list. Did god specifically want
him to die in front of me?

The thought stays with me till date.

And everything haunts me till date. Why can’t I forget all of it?

Why can I still feel the texture of the ‘thing’ the moment I
clench my fist?

This post was written by me as part of 35th Blog-a-Ton. I got no votes for this one as well. :) This was one of the rare occasions I tried to write something serious. I think I am better off writing humor stories.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

The Kukkur family was a middle-class one. There were three
members, Samrat Kukkur, his wife Sattori Kukkur, and their son Sukkul.

Samrat owned an export business and was doing pretty well
for himself and his family. It could be said that success was starting to get
into his head.

Anyways, Sattori had been at Samrat’s case of late. She
wanted a house servant. She said she was tired of all the chores and would like
a servant at her command, especially now that they could afford one.

Soon, the Kukkurs hired an 11-year old boy. Not bothering
about the original name of the boy, they named him Gadhesh.

Gadhesh, of course, belonged to a poor family. He had come
from a village in Rajasthan and had moved to Delhi when he was 10-years old.

Anyways, the Kukkurs did not treat him well. Sattori kept
Gadhesh busy throughout the day with the household tasks while she stayed glued
to the television.

At the same time, Samrat would come home in the evening and
scold Gadhesh for no rhyme or reason.

...

One day, the Kukkurs ordered pizza. They had tried pizza just
recently and had taken an instant liking to it.

As their usual routine went, they sat on the dinner table
and started eating from the boxes, while Gadhesh watched from the corner.

Samrat asked if Gadhesh wanted a slice, and that brought a
big smile on the servant’s face. However, Samrat removed all the toppings from
Gadhesh’s slice before handing it over. He put all the toppings on his wife’s
share.

Gadhesh felt bad. But he did not think much and enjoyed his
share.

…

After a week, the Kukkurs ordered pizza again. The same old
routine followed. They sat and started feasting, and Gadhesh watched, this time
in anticipation.

The servant’s stares annoyed Samrat.

He took a slice and removed all the topping. Next, he removed
most of the cheese. Then, he handed it over to Gadhesh.

This annoyed Gadhesh. He said he wanted the toppings, which
angered Samrat big time.

Samrat, in a fit of anger, spat on the slice and then
offered it to Gadhesh. “Here’s your topping, you uneducated fool”, he said.

Gadhesh started crying. He probably continued the entire
night… and ran away from the house the very next morning.

Gadhesh found another job soon, this time a much better
family.

He worked pretty hard for the next 10 years. He worked in houses and did a bit of repair jobs as well.

In the process, he even picked
a little English and started earning decently to keep himself going. Most importantly, he learned from his friend how to ride a bike. It was important for him.

Truth is, while working hard all these years, Gadhesh always had an aim. An ambition!

His friend had once casually asked him about it. And all Gadhesh said
was, “I want to become a pizza delivery boy”. His friend could not control the
laughter. He said, “are you mad?”

“Of course, I am insane”, said Gadhesh. And he laughed too.

…

A few months later, when he thought the time was right,
Gadhesh went to a specific pizza parlor and applied for the job of a delivery boy. As he’d
expected with his skills, he got it!

He knew his time would come soon. All he had to do now was
to wait.

And soon enough, he got the opportunity. He was handed a
couple of boxes to be delivered to a house, a few kilometers away. The bill on
the boxes bore the name ‘Samrat Kukkur’.

…

Ting Tong

“Sir, your pizza”.

“Thanks, how much?”

“Seven-Hundred Twenty-Four”

“Here you go… keep the change”

…

Soon, the family finished all the boxes. They loved it!

..
...
.....
......

Little did they realize that all the toppings had been
polished with chunks of saliva.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Long, long ago, in an obscure village in central India, there
used to be a man named Haiyya Joos. He was a poor farmer, probably the poorest
in the village. In a time where his fellow villagers boasted of multiple cows
and buffaloes, Haiyya owned just a goat.

To add to his woes, the goat did not even give milk
properly. Moreover, the money spent on feeding the goat was quite high. In total,
life was not good for Haiyya!

Being a single parent, Haiyya’s only glimmer of happiness
was supposed to be his son Kan. We say ‘supposed’ because Kan never could
relate with his parent’s poverty. Instead, Kan always longed for toys and other
forms of amusement. Which, obviously, Haiyya could not afford.

One day, a fourteen-year-old Kan asked his father to buy a
car. Haiyya was amazed at how stupid his son was. They had been in a persistent
state of poorness. They always struggled to get the required number of meals a
day. And here, his son Kan wanted him to buy a car.

At first, Haiyya thought that his son might be joking.
However, Kan repeated the talk about buying a car the next day. And then Haiyya
thought Kan had totally lost it. Probably, Kan had always been a retard and
just that Haiyya did not notice. Haiyya explained to Kan that they did not have
that kind of money and Kan should make do with whatever his dad gave him. Kan was
disappointed.

Days passed by and the usual routine followed in Haiyya’s
house. Haiyya worked very hard every day to earn just enough to provide
himself, his goat, and his son some food. He always had the regret that he was
never able to get Kan to go to school. Kan’s days were usually spent playing
around the house. And even spending his daily allowance on something or the
other. Kan would never save any money.

One day. Kan returned home from his play and ran straight to
Haiyya. And the next thing he said made his dad’s jaws drop big time. Kan asked
his father for money to buy a house. This was becoming extremely crazy now.
Haiyya said “sure”. He took Kan inside and asked him to fetch a stick.

Then, what followed was brutal assault that one would never
wish for anyone. Haiyya hit Kan real bad. Then, Haiyya made him make a promise.
Kan, almost dizzy and shit scared, agreed. The promise was that Kan would never
spend money until really required. Moreover, Kan was to try and save money in
whatever form possible. And this way, Haiyya thought Kan would be better
prepared for life.

Years passed! The same village now boasted of residing the
biggest miser of all times. It looks like Haiyya’s beating took a real effect.
Kan would just not spend! He helped his dad with his work, earned little, and
saved. But Kan did not spend. There would be days when Kan skipped meals just
to save some food. He had become a maniac.

In the village, whenever someone behaved in a stingy manner,
people referred to him or her as Kan. Such was Kan’s fame.

One fine day, Kan fell ill. He ran a very high fever. Very,
very high. He told his dad he would not be able to help him that day. Haiyya
wished him well and left for work.

Kan needed a medicine badly, but he decided to save it. He
just lay in his bed the whole day. Also, he ruled out visiting a doctor completely.
At least, not until he had some more complaints such as cold, headache etc. That
way, he could get treated for multiple things with just one fee to the doctor.

Such was his desire to save… rather, NOT spend.

And this is the untold story about how the word “Kan-Joos”
came into being.

This post was written by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton. I felt the idea behind the post was very good, but the execution was very poor. The ending was quite abrupt and the idea got wasted. Excuse: did not get time to write. Ha :) The post fetched me two votes, two more than I expected :)

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Sunday, August 5, 2012

And today...A massive earthquake has jolted the earth,And massive waves have been given a birth,The coastal areas have been sounded a warning,They should expect a Tsunami by tomorrow morning,Yes! Tsunami! The killer waves,And when they strike, only God saves,

Well, the giant waves are expected soon,God knows what this place looks like, tomorrow noon,It's sunset time, and the coast is empty,The people are gone, in heaps and plenty,But... Hey! Wait a minute!Some people are walking toward the beach,All warnings and dangers, they intend to breach,They must go back, it's not at all safe now,Against the nature's might, they must learn to bow,

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Long, long ago, in an obscure village in central India, there used to be a man named Haiyya Joos. He was a poor farmer, probably the poores...

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